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Evelyn accepted the package with a hesitant smile.
"Your Bday present little girl!"
"It’s not for opening in public," whispered Nora, winking.
"But you're either going to love us or curse us. No middle ground," added Seb as he handed over the mysterious gift bag.
Hours later, alone in her living room, wearing her sleeveless Hogwarts tee and her burgundy panties wrinkled from a lazy afternoon, Evelyn stared at the white box on her coffee table. The black letters shimered like they were in on some joke she wasn’t part of.
BAD DRAGON Mythic Edition: The Guardian of Pleasure
The silhouette printed on the lid showed a dragon coiled around a pedestal. More gargoyle than pet.
"What the hell did these lunatics get me..."
She opened it with the caution of someone defusing a cursed relic. First came a little note.
Use wisely. And with lube. Nora and Seb
Underneath was an elegant bottle with a rune like cap. Then a larger one, with artwork she didn’t dare study too closely. And finally, there it was.
Dark blue with pink colors sculpted as if a medieval blacksmith with too much free time had decided to craft a phallic scepter, complete with scales, rings, and a softly spiked tip. It looked like something straight out of an adult themed D&D campaign.
She held it in both hands. It had weight.
"This is supposed to go... where?"
She got blushed "So soft but firm yet...this is interesting...texture is amazing..."
Her living room shifted. Suddenly, the couch felt like a floating stone slab suspended in astral space.
To her left, descending on beams of gentle light, came Nora dressed as some holy paladin angel, golden wings and all, her voice echoing with divine disapproval.
"Evelyn, you're not ready for something this big."
To her right, emerging from a puff of purple smoke, was Seb with devil horns, and a tight red speedo a half open cloak, and a cold beer in one hand.
"Come on, you’ve been gifted a legendary artifact. You’re just gonna shelf it? No way. Some things you only live once. Roll Constitution and go for it."
Back in her living room, Evelyn sat in silence. The dragon rested on a towel, as if waiting for destiny.
She pursed her lips.
"Maybe it’d look good on the bookshelf. As a conversation piece."
Her eyes fell on the fancy lube.
"Or maybe just a small test... for scientific curiosity..."
She got in her official Harry Potter pajamas to get some answers. But the look in her eyes? That was already a dice roll.
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Artwork, concept, style and Seb from my medieval mind.